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February 21 SELF-PUNISHED
“Cursed is the ground for thy sake; in sorrow shalt thou eat
of it all the days of thy life.”—Gen. iii. 17.
Dwell not too much thou on the riven parts
Although the fragments be most precious things,
God doth complete His work with broken hearts
And bruiseth to make whole;
For thus He frames, of shattered joys and wings,
Each crowned anointed soul.
Although the fragments be most precious things,
God doth complete His work with broken hearts
And bruiseth to make whole;
For thus He frames, of shattered joys and wings,
Each crowned anointed soul.
Strive to see all as all and never doubt
In darkest chaos is a heavenly plan,
Divinity at last comes dazzling out
Even from thy blighted bit;
And in the grave lies promise of the man,
Serene and infinite.
In darkest chaos is a heavenly plan,
Divinity at last comes dazzling out
Even from thy blighted bit;
And in the grave lies promise of the man,
Serene and infinite.
O when thy life looks mutilated most
And peace has vanished from thy sight afar,
God is around thee like an armèd host
And campeth at thy side;
Then will the gates of Paradise unbar,
And windows open wide.
And peace has vanished from thy sight afar,
God is around thee like an armèd host
And campeth at thy side;
Then will the gates of Paradise unbar,
And windows open wide.
Thy very cry of loneliness so lost
And wandering weary in the noon of night,
Tells thee the gulf by Christ Himself is crost
To seek His wounded lamb;
It is the answer to thee of the Light,
“Belovèd, here I am!”
And wandering weary in the noon of night,
Tells thee the gulf by Christ Himself is crost
To seek His wounded lamb;
It is the answer to thee of the Light,
“Belovèd, here I am!”
The Prisoner of Love | ||